| Song | Burn |
| Artist | The Project Hate MCMXCIX |
| Album | Hate, Dominate, Congregate, Eliminate |
| The end closes in for the fools | |
| On the night of Our return | |
| They’ll pay with their lives | |
| When the bells chime, They will burn… | |
| Burn! | |
| As the night falls | |
| In the shadows We crawl | |
| From the ashes We rise | |
| We bring the fear to Their eyes | |
| And when Our thirst have been stilled | |
| By the blood that We spilled | |
| We grind Our teeth through Their flesh | |
| With flames We take Their last breath | |
| It is with joy We burn Their eyes | |
| It is with joy We burn the skies | |
| We still Their hunger, We still Their cries | |
| We’ll have Them suffer Lucifers’ knife | |
| Feel it burn | |
| Feel this burn | |
| Feel Them burn | |
| See Us burn | |
| Feel Me burn | |
| And still We yearn | |
| Feel all burn | |
| To see Them burn | |
| Feel Christ burn | |
| See Us burn | |
| Burn… Burn… | |
| Burn… Burn… | |
| Burn… Burn… | |
| Burn… Burn… | |
| Feel it burn so deep within | |
| I feel His wrath, I’m closing in | |
| With all the breath I can muster | |
| I pro-create and begin to sin | |
| Feel it burn so deep within | |
| I feel His wrath, I’m closing in | |
| With all the breath I can muster | |
| I pro-create and begin to sin | |
| As the night falls | |
| In the shadows We crawl | |
| From the ashes We rise | |
| We bring the fear to Their eyes | |
| And when Our thirst have been stilled | |
| By the blood that We spilled | |
| We grind Our teeth through Their flesh | |
| With flames We take Their last breath | |
| You rejected all My feelings… ended up numb in solitude | |
| You have the strength to move on… to the flocking of the fools | |
| I speak the word of sadness… I inhale the words of joy | |
| I reject Your distant longing… for the Christ You lost long ago | |
| I bring the dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear | |
| Through the instant walls of grey… I’m the mute who speaks another day | |
| In solitude I stand… The universal man | |
| A work of art in a perfect land | |
| Within your hearts of vanity… I sing the song of fear | |
| Where the insane fears to dwell… I’m the one exploring another hell | |
| Within my dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear | |
| Within the walls of grey… I’m the dead who walks another day | |
| You speak the words of madness… I inhale the words of joy | |
| I reject Your distant longing… for the Christ We killed long ago | |
| In solitude I stand… The universal man | |
| A work of art with bloodstained hands | |
| See the sun rise… | |
| See the sun rise… | |
| See the sun rise… | |
| Time has come, the bells now chime | |
| Time has come, to burn the divine | |
| Time is now, Our black hearts yearn | |
| Time is now, We laugh, They burn | |
| With Hate We land the infernal plan | |
| We burn Their souls with bloodstained hands | |
| With Hate We rise with crosses turned | |
| With Hate We rise from maggots burnt | |
| Within Your hearts of vanity… I sing the song of fear | |
| Where the insane fears to dwell… I’m the one exploring another hell | |
| Within My dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear | |
| Within the walls of grey… I’m the dead who walks another day | |
| You speak the words of madness… I inhale those words of joy | |
| I reject your distant longing… for the Christ We killed long ago | |
| In solitude I stand… The universal man | |
| A work of art with bloodstained hands | |
| You rejected all My feelings… ended up numb in solitude | |
| You have the strength to move on… to the flocking of the fools | |
| I speak the word of sadness… I inhale the words of joy | |
| I reject your distant longing… for the Christ You lost long ago | |
| Within the dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear | |
| Through the instant walls of grey… I’m the mute who speaks another day | |
| In solitude I stand… The universal man | |
| A work of art with bloodstained hands | |
| Our flames… wipes out all that’s holy… | |
| Our flames… wipes out all that’s holy… | |
| Our flames… wipes out all that’s holy… | |
| Our flames… Amen is no more… | |
| Time has come, the bells now chime | |
| Time has come, to burn the divine | |
| Time is now, Our black hearts yearn | |
| Time is now, We laugh, They burn | |
| With Hate We land the infernal plan | |
| We burn Their souls with bloodstained hands | |
| With Hate We rise with crosses turned | |
| With Hate We rise from maggots burnt | |
| All Christians must burn for Satan | |
| All Christians must burn for Me | |
| All Christians must burn for Satan | |
| All the Christians must burn… | |
| must burn… | |
| must burn… |
| The end closes in for the fools | |
| On the night of Our return | |
| They' ll pay with their lives | |
| When the bells chime, They will burn | |
| Burn! | |
| As the night falls | |
| In the shadows We crawl | |
| From the ashes We rise | |
| We bring the fear to Their eyes | |
| And when Our thirst have been stilled | |
| By the blood that We spilled | |
| We grind Our teeth through Their flesh | |
| With flames We take Their last breath | |
| It is with joy We burn Their eyes | |
| It is with joy We burn the skies | |
| We still Their hunger, We still Their cries | |
| We' ll have Them suffer Lucifers' knife | |
| Feel it burn | |
| Feel this burn | |
| Feel Them burn | |
| See Us burn | |
| Feel Me burn | |
| And still We yearn | |
| Feel all burn | |
| To see Them burn | |
| Feel Christ burn | |
| See Us burn | |
| Burn Burn | |
| Burn Burn | |
| Burn Burn | |
| Burn Burn | |
| Feel it burn so deep within | |
| I feel His wrath, I' m closing in | |
| With all the breath I can muster | |
| I procreate and begin to sin | |
| Feel it burn so deep within | |
| I feel His wrath, I' m closing in | |
| With all the breath I can muster | |
| I procreate and begin to sin | |
| As the night falls | |
| In the shadows We crawl | |
| From the ashes We rise | |
| We bring the fear to Their eyes | |
| And when Our thirst have been stilled | |
| By the blood that We spilled | |
| We grind Our teeth through Their flesh | |
| With flames We take Their last breath | |
| You rejected all My feelings ended up numb in solitude | |
| You have the strength to move on to the flocking of the fools | |
| I speak the word of sadness I inhale the words of joy | |
| I reject Your distant longing for the Christ You lost long ago | |
| I bring the dreams of sanity I bear the search for fear | |
| Through the instant walls of grey I' m the mute who speaks another day | |
| In solitude I stand The universal man | |
| A work of art in a perfect land | |
| Within your hearts of vanity I sing the song of fear | |
| Where the insane fears to dwell I' m the one exploring another hell | |
| Within my dreams of sanity I bear the search for fear | |
| Within the walls of grey I' m the dead who walks another day | |
| You speak the words of madness I inhale the words of joy | |
| I reject Your distant longing for the Christ We killed long ago | |
| In solitude I stand The universal man | |
| A work of art with bloodstained hands | |
| See the sun rise | |
| See the sun rise | |
| See the sun rise | |
| Time has come, the bells now chime | |
| Time has come, to burn the divine | |
| Time is now, Our black hearts yearn | |
| Time is now, We laugh, They burn | |
| With Hate We land the infernal plan | |
| We burn Their souls with bloodstained hands | |
| With Hate We rise with crosses turned | |
| With Hate We rise from maggots burnt | |
| Within Your hearts of vanity I sing the song of fear | |
| Where the insane fears to dwell I' m the one exploring another hell | |
| Within My dreams of sanity I bear the search for fear | |
| Within the walls of grey I' m the dead who walks another day | |
| You speak the words of madness I inhale those words of joy | |
| I reject your distant longing for the Christ We killed long ago | |
| In solitude I stand The universal man | |
| A work of art with bloodstained hands | |
| You rejected all My feelings ended up numb in solitude | |
| You have the strength to move on to the flocking of the fools | |
| I speak the word of sadness I inhale the words of joy | |
| I reject your distant longing for the Christ You lost long ago | |
| Within the dreams of sanity I bear the search for fear | |
| Through the instant walls of grey I' m the mute who speaks another day | |
| In solitude I stand The universal man | |
| A work of art with bloodstained hands | |
| Our flames wipes out all that' s holy | |
| Our flames wipes out all that' s holy | |
| Our flames wipes out all that' s holy | |
| Our flames Amen is no more | |
| Time has come, the bells now chime | |
| Time has come, to burn the divine | |
| Time is now, Our black hearts yearn | |
| Time is now, We laugh, They burn | |
| With Hate We land the infernal plan | |
| We burn Their souls with bloodstained hands | |
| With Hate We rise with crosses turned | |
| With Hate We rise from maggots burnt | |
| All Christians must burn for Satan | |
| All Christians must burn for Me | |
| All Christians must burn for Satan | |
| All the Christians must burn | |
| must burn | |
| must burn |